He drove a company car — gas and insurance paid for. Dined at the finest restaurants. Made his own work schedule. And maybe saw his manager once a month.

He earned a “comfortable” income. By society standards, he was free.

But Gerald Roliz was a drug dealer. Not the illicit kind that will land you behind bars, but selective serotonin repute inhibitors (SSRIs) and proton pump inhibitors (PPIs).

In his words, he “bought out” doctors, using fear, pressure, spin selling, and pricey dinners to win their prescriptions. Prescriptions for the drugs he sold. Prescribed to real people, many of whom would learn to live with their side effects.